A Country School

A quaint, one room, busy place, Full of good old southern grace, Lay to the east of Hawthorn Hill, Somewhat beyond the daffodills. Over a field and past the cows, Beneath the deep magnolia boughs; Beside smooth, clear Crab Creek, In the shadow of Cheyenne Peak; Down a tree lined country lane, Stood the school of Miss Chamberlain. Here in not such long ago times, Tykes learned the nursery rhymes; About a mile from Blackburn Highway, If you but follow the sun ray. Besides English, Reading and History-- Eager minds also grasped Rome's glory! An outstanding nation is our own, At birth, each future is unknown. But in said remote, country school, A future president learned the Golden Rule; About ten miles south of Chesterton, Somewhat east of the rising sun.